The Boy With A Thorn In His Side

He’s a dark storm cloud and he’s the rainbow afterwards.

He’s a slap on the face and a kiss on my forehead, a gust of wind and a ray of sunshine, a push off a roof and the catch at the bottom. He’s a mystery and a collection of lies and I can’t do anything about it because I love him, and no one knows.

I feel just like a school girl.